Margaret Atwood, “The Blind Assassin.”
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we're not kids anymore.
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Margaret Atwood, “The Blind Assassin.”
Sylvia Plath, The Letters of Sylvia Plath Volume I: 1940–1956
The Love Hypothesis.
“Is there anything I can do for you? Is there something you need? Name it. It's yours. If I have it, it's yours.”
The Love Hypothesis, Ali Hazelwood
“I love you with what in me is unfinished. I love you with what in me is still changing.”
@feralballads; from me, the moon
“I could paint you black and white
and you’d still be golden and blue.”
igrewheartbones, (from my notes to yours)
“I’m scared of the love I have for you. Because I know it will ruin me. And I also know that I will let it.”
Anne Carson, An Oresteia
“The number of hours we have together is actually not so large. Please linger near the door uncomfortably instead of just leaving. Please forget your scarf in my life and come back later for it.”
— Mikko Harvey, from "For M," Foundry (no. 9, September 2018)
Kaleem Hawa, "Bullets", pub. The Drift [ID'd]
— Jay Vespertine; not from a book but from an actual conversation.
"The great Augustus, Rome's first true great emperor. How could he have imagined that Rome, the whole world as far as he was concerned, would be in ruins. It's one of the quietest, loneliest places in Rome. The city has grown up around it over the centuries. It feels like a precious wound, a heartbreak you won't let go of because it hurts too good; But ruin in good. Ruin is the road to transformation."
- Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat Pray Love
“Go back to bed, said this omniscient interior voice, because you don't need to know the final answer right now, at three o'clock in the morning on a Thursday in November. Go back to bed, because I love you. Go back to bed, because the only thing you need to do for now is get some rest and take good care of yourself until you do know the answer. Go back to bed so that, when the tempest comes, you'll be strong enough to deal with it. And the tempest is coming, dear one. Very soon. But not tonight. Therefore: Go back to bed, Liz.
— Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat Pray Love
[..] the point is, when this phase passes, and winter turns to autumn and we’re no longer who we used to be- i hope there’s a part of you, a part of me, a part of us in history that you want to return to. i hope there’s still a small part of me left that you might want to come back to.
12:50 AM, 8 December 2023; from my notes to yours
there are places i’ve been, leaves i’ve watched changing colours and falling from trees, people i’ve met and left, and most of them were who i’d been last December; things i still remember, grieve and miss, oh, so dearly…
12:50 AM, 8 December 2023; from my notes to yours
If I follow you to the river,
Send my blues out to the sea,
Will you stay with me forever?
Will you chase me in my dreams?
Daisy Jones and The Six, The River
I’m an echo in your shadow
And your shadows, they run so deep
In the river, your reflection
Is a promise you couldn’t keep.
Daisy Jones and The Six, The River